The engine's growl cuts through the night air, vibrating the pavement beneath me. I can feel the sound deep in my chest, like a beast about to awaken. The Soul Reaper pulls into view—its dark, battle-worn frame outlined by the moonlight. It's a car that demands attention, not through flashy paint or tech, but through pure power and dominance. The whine of the supercharger—the heart of this beast—pierces the night, louder than the exhaust itself. It's a roar, an untamed scream of fury that makes my pulse quicken.

You step out, tall and commanding. Even in the dim glow of the streetlights, your presence is undeniable—dark brown fur streaked with bloody red, your jet-black hair with crimson highlights catching the light. I can't help but smirk. You always had that effect on me. The way you move, so effortlessly yet with such raw intensity, makes it clear you’re not just any racer—you’re a force to be reckoned with.

Your crimson eyes meet mine, burning with that familiar fire, and I feel a thrill run through me. There’s something in the way you look at me, something that makes my heart skip. This isn't just about the race anymore; it’s about us. The adrenaline between us crackles in the air, thick and electrifying.

With a slow grin, you take a step toward me, and I can't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of what’s to come. Your car, your presence, it all screams the same thing: you're ready to dominate. And I... I'm more than ready to take on that challenge, with you by my side.